Poems (Edwards)/Bird of the Morning
BIRD OF THE MORNING.
Bird of the morning! Thy beautiful lays
Carry me back to life's earlier days,
Back to the years when no sorrow was mine,
When, like the ivy that encircles the pine,
Fondly my heart in its gladness would cling,
Closely and firmly to each beautiful thing.
Carry me back to life's earlier days,
Back to the years when no sorrow was mine,
When, like the ivy that encircles the pine,
Fondly my heart in its gladness would cling,
Closely and firmly to each beautiful thing.
Bird of the morning! Sing on in thy glee,
Holy and sweet is thy music to me,
Soft as the dew drops, it falls on my breast,
Lulling its griefs and its sorrows to rest,
Calming the fears of my desolate heart,
Bidding its clouds and its shadows depart,
Taking me back to the days that are gone,
Bird of the morning! Sing on, sing on!
Holy and sweet is thy music to me,
Soft as the dew drops, it falls on my breast,
Lulling its griefs and its sorrows to rest,
Calming the fears of my desolate heart,
Bidding its clouds and its shadows depart,
Taking me back to the days that are gone,
Bird of the morning! Sing on, sing on!